HOW ABOUT I DO THIS THEN?

Elena's Pov:

He turned and gave me a small smile, a gesture I didn't return because of what he had done to me that day. He looked at Augusta and gave a curt nod. With understanding, she exited the room, leaving me with Derek alone. I observed all his tattoos even down to his hands. He was completely covered in tattoos except for his face. Well below his left eye was a little tattoo. And anyone who saw Derek Antonio wouldn't be able to deny that he was handsome as fuck. Like I said, there was only a slight difference between him and his brother. He had his usual smirk on his face and then he stalked towards me. I on the the other hand took some steps back, my eyes on the back of his palm, covered in tattoos. It was sexy, I had to admit it. Everything about him was like royalty, he was like a demi-god, just like Antonio. He seemed to have gotten so tired that I kept moving back, so he gripped my waist and pulled me towards him. The gasp that escaped my lips was instinctive. A sign of shock. I pulled away, well tried to but his grip as I expected was firm.

"What are you doing?" I finally let out and he smirked before bending down to my level.

"I'm observing. We've met more than once, why the sudden shyness?" He cocked a brow. I didn't say anything. "Is it because you're in my house for the first time? Or because you know me?" He asked but still didn't give him a reply. I mean, what was I supposed to say? His gaze narrowed with an unreadable expression. Then he raised his hand before tracing his fingers down my cheekbones.

"He wouldn't be happy if he saw you doing this," I said and smirked.

"I know. It's one of the reasons why I do it. And besides, I know my brother enough to never let anything he has out of his sight so easily. So you being here right now, makes me question your level of innocence." He straightened. "Spill it, what do you want from me?" My heart thumped rapidly.

"I don't understand what you mean."

"That's what you all say. But I'm sure you understand everything I'm saying." He said and my memory flashed back to the girls that he had dealt with in the past after they trespassed. That was enough for me to know he wasn't one to tolerate anyone who did as much as have intentions, talkless executing them. "I must say, you're really bold to have come here. You've seen what I do to people, even women that try to trespass me and you're still here."

"How do you know I've seen it?"

"Again, I know Damon. He'll let you in here without giving you information? Over his dead body. I decided to test his patience though, how much he really liked you and did what I did to you in the club. I liked how you were then, so clingy and submissive. You were drunk and thought I was him, didn't you?" His words nearly made my jaw drop. I came here to get information out of him and to woo him in a sort of way so he could get to like me but I guess the tables turned. He moved closer to me and leaned down. "You were so wet and tight it made me wonder, is that what Damon gets to enjoy every night?" My hand instinctively rose but he caught it effortlessly before it could connect with his cheeks. "No need for violence Mia, you know nothing about me yet." He dropped my hand. I felt my confidence slipping little by little, but the chip in my mouth was still there and I knew that they could hear everything that was going on.

"And those lips. Damn." He gripped my cheeks but I refused to yield.

"What the fuck are you doing?" My voice came out bolder than I expected but he only chuckled.

"I knew there was something about you that got him attracted to you. I guess it's the same thing that hasn't made me slit your throat yet. You're not as innocent as you look. Submissive? Yes. Innocent?" He smirked. "I don't think so." The hand he had at my back slowly slid down. I instantly caught it and was about to twist it when he turned me without effort. "He taught you how to fight? Now that's my game." I jerked my leg backwards but he tarried it with his hands.

I took advantage of that and broke free from his grip, swiftly turning towards him. My adrenaline pumped as I delivered a swift turn-around kick towards his midsection, trying to catch him off guard but damn he was fast. He blocked it, deflecting the force with his forearm. Just like I did in my training with Antonio, I immediately followed up with a series of attacks, quick punches that aimed at his chest and face. He was quick and skilful in his dodge, weaves and ability. To cut the long story short, he seemed to be enjoying this. And as we fought, I realized that Antonio wasn't training me the way he would train anybody else. He trained me against his brother, that was the reason he kept dodging all my attacks...not because that was his method of fighting, but because that was how Derek fought. It was obvious that Derek hadn't broken any sweat yet and it would have frustrated me in the beginning but now I understood that it took patience.

I could see the familiarity in the move. Antonio was so damn smart, how did he manage to study all his brother's moves? I countered with a powerful punch to his face, but he moved to the side, gripped my arm and pulled me closer to him.

"Your moves only turn me on mia." His breathing was just normal. What the actual fuck? Were these men raised by aliens or some sort of AI intelligence? They showed no weakness, not so easily. His grip didn't tarry me though, I manoeuvred my way through and with that little distraction, delivered a hit to his abdomen. He moved slightly. A hard nut to break huh? Well, I trained for this. As I launched towards him, he didn't even stress, instead, managed to grip both my hands together before raising me, so I was sitting on his desk. I glared up at him.

"You're still enraged that I touched you."

"You had no right." I didn't hide my distaste this time.

"But you didn't resist. You seemed to be enjoying it." He was taunting me. I struggled in his grip, but as I said before, he was stronger. His hand went into my thighs.

Someone badged into the room and we both turned to see Augusta. Her eyes widened as she saw the both of us in this... well...position. She certainly heard our back and forth.

"Leave." He said but she hesitated and reluctantly left. The look she gave me wasn't a good sign at all. "As we were saying?" His hands continued to trail upwards.

"Don't," I demand. "I'm married, remember that."

"Oh, how about I do this then." He gripped my cheeks and smashed his lips on mine.